My Car’s Previous Owner Called, Begging to Retrieve Something He Left under the Seat — When I Saw What It Was, I Went Pale
Something Alive Under the Seat When I bought my secondhand car, I thought I had just won a small battle. It wasn’t just about the car—it was about doing something completely on my own. I had recently left my high-stress corporate job to focus on my dream: writing a collection of short stories. I didn’t want to spend too much of my savings unless I had to. So, I found a simple used Toyota Corolla at a local dealership. It wasn’t shiny or luxurious, but it was mine—and that felt